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A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England

Osgood, Frances Sargent Locke (1811-1850)

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

EDWARD'S VOICE.

WHY DONT HE PROPOSE?

THE WITHERED FLOWER & BROKEN HEART.

THE FAREWELL SONG OF THE AERONAUT.

LOVE'S COMPARISON.

THE MORNING WALK, OR THE STOLEN BLUSH.

THE WELCOMING WORD.

TO MARY P. WILLIS.

TO GEORGE P---, ESQ.

THE SPOILT PUPIL OF FANCY.

THE HEART'S-EASE EXPIRING.

THE LOVER'S APPEAL TO THE PAINTER.

SONG.—THE FORSAKEN.

IMPROMPTU.—TO ANNIE.

ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.

THE ROSE IN ICE.

ELLEN'S FIRST TOOTH.

THE DEATH OF THE TWO FLOWERS.

THE CHERUB'S SECRET.

A COMPARISON BETWEEN A TALKATIVE FOOL AND A SILENT PHILOSOPHER.

THE PERJURED BRIDE.

THE LAMENT OF JOSEPHINE.

LETTER TO AN ABSENT FRIEND,

TO AN ATHEIST POET.

THE HOURS OF YORE.

ATTIC ASPIRATIONS.

THE LITTLE SLUMBERER.

THE MAIDEN WITH HER ABSENT LOVER'S PORTRAIT.

LINES ON A POETESS,

A POET'S EXCUSE FOR SHUTTING HIS EYES IN THE PRESENCE OF A BEAUTIFUL GIRL.

LINES ON THE BURNING OF THE ROYAL EXCHANGE.

MAY'S FELLOW-TRAVELLER.

THE THREE VICTORIES.—A SONG.

MATILDE'S PICTURE.

LINES ON PERUSING THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES.

ON THE SAME.—TO CUPID IN THE SCALES.

A LOVER'S SIMILE.

SONG OF THE SPOILED BEAUTY.

THE HERO'S DEATH.

LAND HO! OR THE SHIP IN PORT.

THE BELLE'S CONSOLATION.

THE INFANT ELLEN'S LETTER FROM ENGLAND, TO HER COUSIN ANNA (SIX YEARS OF AGE) IN AMERICA.

LITTLE ELLEN'S REPLY TO HER COUSIN.

THE ABSENT MOTHER'S PORTRAIT.

WRITTEN IN RUTH'S ALBUM.

A PLEASANT DIVORCE.

JUVENILE RHYMES.

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THE BELLE'S CONSOLATION.

FROM THE SAME.

Is he false? then I am free!
I pledged my troth to Taste and Sense;
Since these he's lost, he'll e'en lose me;
So tell him, girl, and bid him hence!

Ne'er heart of mine shall break for Love;
Come, Wealth! and woo a willing bride!
I'll treat the truant like my glove,
Too easy grown—'tis thrown aside,—

I throw it by, and buy another;
If loose that sets—I set it free;
Cupid no more my heart shall bother,
For Wealth can win as well as he.

Is he false? then I am free!
He vowed he followed Beauty's banners;
Since these he's lost in losing me,
Heaven help the youth—and mend his manners!